Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was change my style?
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
another rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like never

Pimp slaps, snaps
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, California that's I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't none

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
Trues and vogues ain't really
roll so hard, all of the time
You and bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about money
But if you ask me, could you some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If you're not cocaine?
Ask wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

is life? Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just y'all
Like Dr. J basketball

You can call me Too, don't say it
get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you
You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So much death in the streets
Am I live till next week?
Will I get by a dope fiend
to get high, tryin' to steal my ring

I really say, 'cause I don't know why
out here droppin' dead like flies
I used to see a boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

Cold as hell, the I'm from
Won't last too when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand when I my freak

You can't it, you know I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight on the mic
he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
Tryin' to that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
Think I'm but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and push you
Good luck couldn't find you in a four clover

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I even sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
clowned by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out fake ass Simon

I never understood one word you
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
There's one thing, I wanted to know
motherfucker, where's the joke?

I'm the of players, just call me Pop
My is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I just stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see what

Your mind is gone, crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll you what
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the
And when it comes to game, you are

Never even heard of Too baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme
Tellin' MC's don't waste my time

There's a girl I know her name is
Straight to the just rock it steady
so freaky she'll juice you up
All the home boys can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't stop
In the back like goin', top, top, top
I won't say girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, rock me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, cold

Hey baby, I got this
It's not gonna till the end of time
Like rock and roll play that song
To the all day and all night long

So liten up, to I'm sayin'
I'm a mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna this beat for you once again

If you can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now make it sound for
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was born and in the Golden State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me more
Big bank, now make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure fake

But the sucker are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you about me, and call me weak
When father smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I on rappin', if nothin' else
Keep your jealous to yourself
and bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the room

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
a 357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So again with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
you damn shithead bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
out my style